On the way, the elf king was still tossing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Zhu chose to ignore it and forcibly took it to the cultivator school.

The school buildings are designed to be very postmodernist and abstract.

The school building is surrounded by a vast lawn that has been divided, and in fact these are also classrooms, mainly for those who have not transformed and are very large in size, or cultivators who do not like to stay in the classroom.

Of course, the most distinctive feature is a beautiful small garden floating around in the sky above the monk's school, which is the best place for those children to frolic and learn to fly.

Classes at the Cultivator School are mainly aimed at creatures who have just stepped into the world of cultivators. Therefore, you can see all kinds of people of all ages shuttling between the teaching buildings, demon cultivators with different prototypes and ghost cultivators floating around.

Even the big sects here will send their disciples here for early general knowledge training, such as He Miting, who has just entered the Lingtai Sect now, also received his initial education here.

Go to the admissions office on the first floor. Two young female teachers sit at the table.

"Hello Teacher Yuan and Teacher Dong. I'm here to sign up. ”

"Ah, hello. Ay? You're the second year of Zhu Chu, haven't seen you for a long time. How do you get here? You've graduated, what are you going to study? "Zhu came here to tutor when he was a second child, and Zhu Yue personally brought it, and the two teachers still have a little influence and can recognize it.

"It's not me, it's it." Zhu Chuer pushed out the elf king who refused to show up.

Teacher Yuan looked at the elf and was taken aback, and said a little embarrassed: "The second year of junior high school, it's not that the teacher is unwilling, it's just that the elf really doesn't need to come here to school." Teacher Yuan didn't finish speaking, Zhu Chuer understood that it was nothing more than that the elves couldn't cultivate, and the blessing and curse power of the elves wouldn't be able to do anything, and even the evil cultivators didn't bother to kill them. Although there is no explicit rule, it is generally not recruited.

The elf king was even more angry when he understood: "I don't want to come yet!" Who is rare! ”

"Teacher Yuan, it's the elf king." Zhu Chuer was afraid that the rebellious mood of the elf king would come up again, so he was busy telling the identity of the elf king.

"What! Pixie King! The two teachers were taken aback, although they had seen all kinds of rare creatures in the school's admissions office, they had never seen the elf king. The two curiously took a closer look.

"Well, of course it's qualified." Mr. Dong said, "Give it to us." The rest of the matter is left alone. ”

"Okay." The Cultivator's Academy has a special orphan home that takes care of these children, so it is most reassuring.

Zhu Chuer looked at the elf king with a loveless look, and couldn't help but think of the children he met on the road crying and refusing to go to kindergarten. Regardless of the race or talent, every child is similar in this regard, Zhu Chuer felt a little funny, and still instructed the elf king, and left.

After she left, the elf king was placed in a suitable class, and the news that there was a rare elf king in the cultivator academy also spread throughout the school, and there were always many people crowded to see the elf king.

On the other side, on the desk of the principal's office, there is a psychological test report of the elf king, which concludes that he is tired of school, has a certain tendency to hate humans, and has a certain tendency to violence.

There was only one man in the office who snuggled up to the window and watched the lively scene below, lit a seemingly ordinary cigarette, and slowly spuffed out the cigarette, with a look of satisfaction and happiness.

picked up the transmission note and pinched it, and said, "Young master, a good seedling has appeared in the school. is a little elf king, and psychologically suitable to join us. It's just that it's still in its infancy. ”

"It's better at an early age. Find a suitable opportunity and let it come, and I'll match someone to pick it up, just like before. ”

"Okay, don't worry, young master. It's just that...... That one....... Hehe. ”

"After the matter is completed, I will naturally give you Shangyan, what is the hurry, and it is not that I have not cooperated." The young master chuckled. If there were other cultivators who heard the "Yin Shang Smoke" here, they would all be surprised, in the history of cultivators, it was short-lived and caused people to go crazy, and then it was completely banned and burned, and the formula was gone, and the smoke appeared. The harm caused by smoke is as addictive as the homonym of its name, "addiction to smoking". It's like drugs are to people, once you come across them, you can't quit.

"Hehe, I naturally believe that the young master does things, but can you give more, this time the seedlings are different. And last time I didn't give enough pumping. ”

"Principal Yi, do you think you still have room for negotiation?"

"Nope." Principal Yi gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers into a fist, then released it. There's no way he's been able to get out of this since he got into this.

"That's fine. Then do things obediently, and when you are in a good mood, you will naturally be rewarded. ”

"The young lord and others will definitely be happy to see this little elf king."

The light of the transmission note went out, and the man turned around and erased all the other words in the Elf King's psychological test results report on the table, leaving only the word "disgusted". Then, he picked up Yinshang's cigarette and smoked it, and for a while the room was full of smoke.

The other side of the note.

Di Tong extinguished the transmission note, looked at the few people standing respectfully, and said, "Fu Yuan, you will cooperate with the good goods from Principal Yi's side when the time comes." ”

The man named Fu Yuan stood up and said, "Yes, young master." ”

"How's the preparation going on Exile Island?"

"It's all ready, just wait for the young master's words." One of them said.

"Well done. Let them be on standby, waiting for orders at any time. What about Stream Three? Why is it not there again? ”

"Liusan said that he went out to find a chance to take revenge."

"Hmph, it's getting useless. was killed by two little children before, and on Liyu Mountain, even a cultivator who lost his aura couldn't be killed. ”

"Yes, young master, Liu San relied on him to follow the young master at the earliest, and he has always been able to only play music, and he has no ability. I'm really worried that he will drag the young master back. Moreover, now it seems that he also has great disrespect for the young master, and now he only cares about his personal grievances. Fu Yuan, who had never been accustomed to Liu San, echoed it again and again, and added a lot of fire by the way.

"Let him go this time, but Fu Yuan, you keep an eye on Liusan for me, and find that he dared to take revenge and take him back directly. It can also be killed if necessary. The young master's eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, he didn't need this kind of shitch that couldn't do anything here.

Fu Yuan held down his excitement, lowered his head and said, "Yes." "Although it is a pity that the young master did not say that he would let Liu San die immediately. But once he is brought back, with the character of the young master, needless to say, Liu San will definitely die, and he has exhausted his old feelings. In that case, it's better to work hard to let the fool who stands in his way get to his own death. Thinking about it, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.